Today the farmer has been with his walking group to one of the remotest of the Yorkshire Dales - Grisedale. A few years ago someone wrote a book on Grisedale called 'The Dale that died.'
So remote and cut off is the dale that it became almost impossible to live there. In the Winter children were cut off from school, often for several months and even when they could go they often had to walk several miles to get there over wet and boggy ground.
Now all that remains are one or two inhabited farms, a couple of cottages and a lot of ruins. There is a Quaker burial ground, there is a beautiful packhorse bridge, there are ruined barns and farmhouses (plus one which has been 'done up' and provides a rather nice house - but note there is a four-track outside - essential vehicle in this terrain.)
I am just putting on the photographs he took for you to see. There is a fascinating one where he peeped into an old ruined barn and saw an old pair of trousers hanging from a beam. A blue tit had built a nest in the trousers - how resourceful birds are.
Here they are then - what do you think to 'the dale that died'?